Blood You are a painting in the sky Superior legions Run superior plans Who's gonna change the world for you today? Well, I guess you wouldn't want it any other way

Throwing You in and out the game Showing That this world will still spin when you're gone Throwing you in and out the game Showing that this world that we're in (not to sin) Will still spin when you're gone

Red Who stole the gentleman's hat? Yesterday's matters Today only letters We haven't seen you for so long Now that we see it all seems so wrong

Imminence A proof, a hidden evidence For no reason Life is against you Silent Conspiracy Goddamned! Are you the beat? Are you the melody? Hegemony

Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the emperor of us all? Bow down, follow the pain May guilt be thy master And remorse be thy name

It is from the order of succession in Nature And not from the ever-lasting endurance of her works That we may expect the reign of perpetual activity in her wide domains

In her living kingdom The ravages of decay and death Are eternally repaired by the birth of new represantatives of life As lands will vanish and appear above the waters

We are alone And under cold stone We rot

So afraid Of change Still we serve The origin of worlds

The matter saved from such mighty wrecks Will again be available for useful ends; The forces which seem destroyed Only assume other forms to participate in new movements and operations

I can see A face split in a grin And I see A dream that did not come true And all according to the plan We are deer Expected at the rear end of our own objective All we were and are and will be... Serves the origin of worlds

* partly taken from "The Popular Science Monthly Vol. 15" by Professor Daniel Vaughan; "The Origin Of Worlds"; May, 1879